Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 81208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
I gaze out of the window again and notice the trees moving in that familiar way. My men are outside in their bear form.
Until now, I’ve never been confident enough to go out when they’ve shifted, but it’s something I need to do.
When I first saw their sex room, I felt so relieved that there was someone else out there like me. Someone who’d accept me for who I am and appreciate me for all my weird and wonderful desires. And they have.
If I show Robert, Evan, and Hunter that I'm comfortable with them in bear form, surely it will communicate the same.
A ripple of anxiousness runs from my stomach to my throat as I descend the stairs and make my way to the front door.
The Bjorns are huge as men, but as bears, they’re colossal. Their soft-looking fur does nothing to reduce their ferocity. They have teeth and claws that could tear me limb from limb.
But I trust them. They’ve done everything they can to protect me. Now, I need to show them the same level of trust.
The imposing wooden front door creaks as I open it, and the bushes stop moving for a second. Then, a muzzle pokes through the leaves. The giant bear lowers his head briefly and then lumbers slowly toward me, paws sinking into the undergrowth.
God, he’s beautiful, whoever he is.
Awe-inspiring.
A wonder of nature. Powerful and majestic. A secret that humans have created mythologies to comprehend.
I stand as still as I can, waiting.
Then he’s next to me. His dark eyes find mine, and I’m transfixed. They’re the same shade of whiskey and chocolate as the Bjorns. The bear slowly moves closer, lowering his head and approaching my hand with his nose. I tense. It’s inevitable. This is the most alien thing I’ve ever done. My instincts tell me to run, to get away from this beast, but I can’t. I don’t want to. When his nose nuzzles my palm, hot breath warming it and surprising me, I smile.
It’s Evan. There’s a look to his mouth—a slight quirk, which makes him seem almost amused. It’s so much like him. The bear nuzzles my hand again, and I laugh, reaching out to take a tentative stroke of his fur. Oh my goodness. It’s so soft and thick, and I think he likes it because he leans into my stroke. More rustling at the tree line draws my eyes, and two more bears come into view. They pause for a second, gazing at me as I pet their brother.
I guess we’re a sight to behold, a tiny blonde woman and a giant brown bear.
And I realize it’s probably been a long time since anyone human has touched them when they’ve shifted. Their mom has been dead for over ten years. That’s a long time to feel a loving caress, to feel accepted for what makes you an outsider.
The two other bears approach slowly, with the same lumbering gait as their brother. Bears can run, but they’re taking tentative steps not to alarm me. I want to hug them all for their consideration, but there’s no way I could get my arms around even one of them. When they’re close enough, I pet them like I did their brother, slowly allowing them to nuzzle me before caressing the rough fur at their napes. I giggle as they lower their heads with appreciation, just like dogs.
I can’t remember a time when I’ve ever felt more content, more protected, or more powerful.
I’m just one tiny woman, but I hold the future of these wild animals—these men—in my hands.
Goldie and her three bears. Momma named me unaware that my destiny was written in her dreams from before I was born. I feel that now, deep in my bones.
We stand that way for longer than I realize, my stomach rumbling a prompt that I need breakfast.
I tell them, hoping they can understand me when they’re shifted into their animal form. It’s another question I need to ask them. I have so many now that I’ve been close to them this way. The bear to the right makes a rumbling noise in its throat, and their ears all prick. Is this the way they communicate? They start to back away, turning to enter the trees again.
I want to see what they look like when they shift. Is it something that happens quickly and painlessly, or is it a slow and difficult process? They don’t seem to want me to witness it right now, though, so I wait patiently at the door until they reappear.
There’s a moment of intensity between us as we come face to face in human form. They realize what this might mean, and it made them hopeful and hungry.
“I’ll make breakfast,” I say with a grin. We all need to be well-fed for what I hope will happen today.